[A married woman's real sexual experiences]

I met my husband through a blind date .

He runs a bed and breakfast in Yilan County. It's not a large business;

it's just a row of detached villas converted into sixteen suites.

While the facilities aren't luxurious, the decor is clean and elegant, and each room has

its own unique character . Plus, the location is right next to a famous riverside scenic area, so it's always

packed on weekends, often requiring booking a month in advance. Only on weekdays can we relax and

have a break. In short, our business is doing quite well.

He's eight years older than me, born in 1967, so he's almost forty. He's dark-skinned,

of medium build, and quite strong. He looks like any other farmer from the countryside, but after getting to know him better,

you realize he's actually a very thoughtful, intelligent, and wise person—completely different from his appearance.

In my memory, there was almost nothing he didn't know. Despite only

having he could answer

fluently and satisfactorily the bizarre questions posed by guests from all walks of life across the country

. He even chatted amiably with a few foreign travelers from England, America, and Japan, making friends with them effortlessly. I, with only a university degree, was always

filled with admiration.

We had a very good relationship, and because the guesthouse business was consistently profitable, we

were very well-off despite our busy work schedules. In addition to these properties, we owned three luxury cars, eight-figure cash savings, and millions

invested in stocks and funds, leading a very happy life.

The only drawback was that we hadn't had children after more than five years of marriage, although

multiple checkups at several hospitals had shown that we were both healthy and had no problems. I consider myself to be of average appearance and figure

. Having worked for many years at a large conglomerate in Taipei, I had high standards and was too busy with work

to date or make friends, thus delaying marriage. I often feel secretly fortunate, because it was through this that I was able to meet

my husband through an introduction, fall in love, and eventually get married.

In his youth, he worked as a sailor for several years, traveling the world with EVA Air's cargo fleet.

He has experience and broad knowledge, enjoys reading to enrich himself, doesn't smoke, chew betel nut, or gamble, and only occasionally drinks

a little alcohol. He has a good temper and is always willing to help others; I've never seen him angry. Even when employees make mistakes, he patiently and

gently guides them, teaching them until they fully understand their job duties.

He loves me dearly and has been incredibly attentive to me since our marriage, fulfilling almost every request. I reciprocate his kindness, and we are

content and cherish each other, our relationship growing stronger every day. Aside from not being handsome, he is a perfect and wonderful

husband.

After briefly outlining our backgrounds and general life situation, I'll now move on to some more private matters

...hehe! My husband's sexual prowess is amazing. Even though I try my best to accommodate him after marriage, I still feel like

we're going too far.

We make love almost every day, except for a few days during my period when it's inconvenient. Every night, when it's quiet,

we indulge in passionate lovemaking, often for one or two hours. I've reached orgasm countless

times, while he always seems unsatisfied, full of energy, and hasn't ejaculated yet.

He seems to have practiced some kind of imperial kung fu, or a sperm-locking technique...

He often leaves me feeling weak and exhausted, with "water" flowing everywhere, only able to groan

and scream in surrender: "Oh...no more! No..." Finally, seeing my pitiful pleading, he stops

.

I remember when we first got married, he made me cry my eyes out, looking so pitiful and miserable,

saying I really couldn't take it anymore, and if this continued, he would kill me.

Later, I unexpectedly began to understand. His "capability" slowly swelled my appetite, dramatically transforming my initial "

unbearable " feeling into "enjoying it." Now, I feel "like a fish in water" and am endlessly entertained

. The change in my mindset is remarkable.

We try almost everything imaginable—positions, tricks, places... We dare

to do anything, with perfect psychological and physiological harmony, both experiencing abundant and fulfilling pleasure.

We indulge in playful lovemaking, from the bed to the kitchen, to the sofa, by the window on the third floor of our guesthouse... in

the guesthouse's communal toilet, on the rooftop balcony late at night, in the mountains and streams, on cars with dark-

tinted , on the countryside meadows... Because of the changing locations and the loss of privacy and safety, there was often

the risk of being seen. I went from initial resistance to gradually tolerating and accepting this stimulation; perhaps there really is a unique kind of

pleasure!

He makes me feel so good, and it seems like we've actually been seen before, but thankfully nothing has ever happened

. The mere thought of my body being spied on by strangers, of being seen in my wanton state during sex,

often keeps me constantly aroused and wet.

Our work frequently involves dealing with people from all over seeking lodging. Most of the men and women on vacation are well-dressed and attractive, including many handsome men and beautiful women, who are generally relaxed and happy

because they are on vacation . 　　My husband requires me to dress like them, looking beautiful and greeting them with a smile. In the summer, sometimes I wear sexy low-cut dresses and short skirts, and even though I often worry about , my husband actually praises and encourages me. He believes that this makes me feel relaxed and cool, pleasing to the eye, and that even if others see me, there's no loss; in fact, it attracts male guests and brings in business. 　　"In foreign countries, it's common to see women sunbathing naked outdoors on sunny days, and nobody makes a fuss about it!" he often tells me privately. We Chinese are really too "pseudo-Taoists," there are just too many hypocrites. They clearly want to see it, and enjoy seeing it, yet they often put on airs and engage in verbal attacks in public. So, some of the guests who have stayed here have seen me without a bra, my nipples showing. 　　I remember one weekday, when business was slow, a couple came to our place for a vacation. The man was handsome, the woman beautiful—a truly perfect match. My husband and I greeted them in the lobby, introducing the rooms, meals, and other facilities, and we chatted casually for a while; the atmosphere was very pleasant. 　　My husband, in a particularly good mood, suddenly gave me a knowing look at the handsome gentleman. I understood perfectly.

He acknowledged, responding with a wink and a smile. Then, when his wife wasn't looking or slightly out of sight, he would stand up and bend over to explain to

the gentleman , or slightly turn around in his chair to adjust his angle, his legs slightly parted towards him. His husband would then make an excuse to leave

his seat, pretending to be busy with other things, and return to the counter.

I noticed that the handsome gentleman responded to my "accidental exposure." Today, I was still dressed

scantily, in a thin-strapped top and a short skirt, with a white petal bra underneath. The matching silk panties

also had beautiful openwork petal patterns. When I bent over, he peeked at my

snow-white breasts, which were mostly exposed due to the drooping neckline. I was confident in my breasts (34C, perky and full in a golden triangle

proportion ), and I would occasionally and unintentionally show them off to him.

During our conversation, he kept glancing at my slightly parted skirt, and he blushed a little… I

chuckled to myself, feeling a thrill from being spied on, and my panties felt slightly damp. “If it’s wet there,

the black pubic hair will be even more noticeable in the openwork part of my panties, right?” I thought to myself, my mind wandering.

Especially since my husband was watching from behind the counter not far away, while the handsome man’s wife sat beside me,

gazing out the window, oblivious to everything. “This young and beautiful lady, your husband is spying on

my body right now!” I thought to myself.

Afterwards, they went back to their room to put their luggage away and rest, while I went back to the counter to talk to my husband. He asked me,

“Little slut, are you wet?”

I rolled my big, dark eyes and replied slyly, “No! Hehe…”

“Not wet?! I don’t believe you! Come on… let me check!” My husband said with a teasing laugh, and immediately

reached out to touch my genitals.

"Wow! No... This is indecent assault... My boss is indecently assaulting a female employee! Help..." I laughed and

struggled, but my husband's hands still managed to slip inside my underwear and rummage around. I couldn't hide it from him at all. "He knows my

body ... A wave of fullness washed over me," I thought.

"Hehe... You little slut, so wet!" My husband's fingers were covered in my "water,"

he said with a laugh. I blushed and was speechless for a moment.

"Do you want that handsome guy to fuck you?" my husband asked again.

"No!" I replied defiantly.

"Really? You don't want to? Then why is it so wet here?" My husband showed me

the water on his fingers.

I felt a slight stirring of desire as he held me by the waist, and I touched my husband's crotch. "How about it? I'm happy! It's

wet! What's it to you?! Humph!" I said stubbornly. My husband's crotch also began

to .

"Hehe... I like it when you, handsome guy, fuck me!" My hands started to wander, and I

unzipped , responding from behind the counter in the lobby.

"Hey! Hey! This is a public place..." my husband protested with a laugh.

I ignored him and pulled out his penis. Under my caresses, it quickly swelled and stood erect,

revealing its magnificent and thick form. I hoped that no one would be coming or going here at this time (

except for that couple), and besides, we had the counter as a barrier, so there wouldn't be any danger for the time being.

At this moment, silence spoke louder than words.

My husband seemed to find my actions arousing as well, silently agreeing. We started hugging,

caressing, and kissing behind the counter... After a while, my husband's penis seemed quite agitated, thick and excited, trembling slightly

. At this moment, I also really wanted it inside me!

"I want it so badly... I want it! I want it!" But I didn't dare to do it here, after all, it was broad daylight, and the guesthouse's living room door

was still open.

I knelt down, using the counter as cover, and began giving my husband oral sex. My tongue deftly licked his genitals,

my left hand tracing the long hair behind my ear to prevent it from obstructing my view, while my right hand worked in tandem with my tongue

, stroking his penis and scrotum. My husband also slipped his hand inside my bra, his five hands working in tandem on my left breast and

nipple, his desire growing ever stronger.

Just as we were lost in our passion, I suddenly heard a door open at the end of the aisle. I jumped in fright. "Is

that the couple?!" I thought, quickly spitting out what was in my mouth and trying to stand up, but my husband

pushed me back behind the counter.

"It might be too late... and my bra's shifted a bit, my clothes are disheveled..." I

thought, as my husband's penis was shoved into my mouth again.

"Is that the beautiful lady?" I heard her come to the counter and speak to my husband; her voice was sweet and easily recognizable

. She was asking her husband about other attractions nearby, and he pretended to be calm,

answering as if nothing was amiss.

"From her perspective, she probably can only see her husband's upper body behind the counter, right?" I thought to myself,

the scene was both mysterious and exciting. She was actually squatting behind the counter, continuing to give her husband oral sex—it seemed like

something . My husband was really something else; even though I was diligently licking and sucking his genitals, he maintained

his composure throughout the conversation, not letting the beautiful woman across from him notice anything amiss.

"Hmm..." My husband finally couldn't help but let out a low moan from my tongue work, and I imagine

he even frowned, showing a hint of pain.

"Huh? Boss..." the beautiful woman asked, puzzled.

"Oh! It's nothing... just a bit of an upset stomach," my husband replied.

The beautiful wife continued her conversation for a few more minutes before finally saying goodbye and returning to her room, saying, "Okay, I understand

... thank you!"

As soon as she left, her husband grabbed me from behind the counter like a chick, swept me up, and rushed into

the empty room on the right. After locking the door, he quickly removed our clothes. He chuckled and growled, "You little

rascal !" He fucked me like a wild beast, thrusting into me until I was half-dead. My desire had already reached its breaking point.

He grabbed and kneaded my breasts, a little painful but also very pleasurable, while his lower body was filled with the pleasure of full friction.

"Mmm... oh... mmm... oh... husband..." I moaned.

"Mmm... little slut, is it good?" her husband asked, his lower body moving back and forth incessantly,

my breasts bobbing up and down with his rhythm.

"Mmm...oh...mmm...oh...so good!so good..." I responded, "Mmm...husband...

fuck me...fuck me...mmm...ah...mmm...oh...oh..." I moaned in response.

Encouraged, my husband thrust into my lower body even more violently. I moaned ecstatically, "Mmm... Oh...

Oh... Husband... You're so good... Mmm... Mmm... Oh... Oh..." A wonderful feeling of fullness

exploded in my lower body one after another, and the pleasure that felt like ascending to heaven made my whole body dizzy.

We made love passionately and unrestrainedly in the room, as if the world consisted only of the two of us. I was completely

melted away. Morals, etiquette, propriety, modesty, the three obediences and four virtues, legal doctrines... all of these were

thrown to the winds. At this moment, I was just a wanton young woman, my juices flowing freely: "Mmm...

ah... mmm... oh... oh... fuck me... mmm... ah... mmm... oh... oh..."

My husband asked, "How about I have that handsome guy come over tonight to fuck you?"

Although I was moaning, I definitely heard him ask that. I hesitated and replied, "Mmm... ah...

mmm... oh... oh... no... no..."

My husband asked again, "Why not? He's very handsome!" Then he started making even more intense moves.

I screamed, "Ah... um... ah... um... oh... oh... no... no..."

My husband said again, "How about letting him do it with me?"

I replied, "Anyway... no!"

My husband, undeterred, asked again, "No! You have to say yes!" As soon as he finished speaking, he thrust and pounded into me with vigor, and I felt

like I was experiencing a storm: "Ah... ah... um... oh... um... oh..."

My husband said again, "Say yes!"

I thought it was probably just a sexual fantasy between husband and wife, not something I was really thinking, and whispered, "Um...

ah... okay... whatever you want... um... ah... um... oh... oh..."

My husband said, "His... wife is very good-looking, and..." She's a rare beauty, looks a lot like

Huang Wen-hua, the anchor of ETTV News. "Hmm...oh..."

I thought for a moment and replied, "Ah...um...oh...um...she's pretty..."

My husband said, "I...want to sleep with her too! Great figure! Her breasts look pretty big..."

I roughly knew what my husband was thinking: "He actually wants to swap

sex !"

I replied, "They won't agree!"

My husband said, "Try it, I have a way...didn't you see the look on her husband's face when he was spying on you?"

Actually, I did see it. That handsome guy really liked my wardrobe malfunction earlier; he was attracted to it.

You could call that a woman's intuition! I rarely questioned my husband's abilities, saying, "Sigh...

whatever you want..."

My husband said, "So... you agree?"

I replied, "Yes..."

My husband said, "That's great! I'm confident..."

"Ah... um... oh... um..." Although my body was enjoying the pleasure, after hearing what my husband said,

it seemed he really would do it. I didn't know how things would develop, but I still tried my best to cooperate. Because

I love him!

My husband always knew my most sensitive spot. As his glans repeatedly touched that spot,

that most private clitoris, my whole body convulsed, and I uncontrollably spurted out a stream of liquid onto my husband's

lower body ... It was dripping and messy. I knew it wasn't urine. I had squirted...

My husband stopped his movements only when he saw this, and I was stunned for a moment on the bed. My husband didn't ejaculate .

Considering that the front desk in the lobby couldn't be left unattended, he went into the bathroom to rinse off and told me to rest for a while. He said

he would send someone to clean the room later. After washing up and getting dressed, he hurriedly left.

Knowing him well, I understood he was a man of his word, decisive, and never procrastinated; he rarely did

anything he wasn't sure of. Therefore, regarding his talk of an "exchange of partners," I figured it would

happen Thinking about it, I felt a little wet down there again…

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